Since I have no limits, here’s some more crossover stuff: Inquisitor Bucky

Favourite Marvel Characters ~ part 1

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Prompt: The reader has been busy and stressed and decides to blow off steam an extra hour after the week comes to a close. Reader over does it but doesn’t take care of herself, leaving Bucky worried.

One shot

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Indication of body issues and eating problems

              I open the fridge looking for anything that seems appealing. The cloud of fog thickens in my head and my eyelids are heavy. I’m starting to realize my extra time at the gym this morning may have been a mistake. The second mistake is living with a bunch of guys who never have food in the refrigerator.

              I grab the contents to make a sandwich and make my way over to the counter. Scratch that, I’m making myself two. I’m not sure what I am putting on the sandwich, as long as it ends up in my stomach who cares.

“Hey doll,” Bucky walks over and kisses my temple from behind.

              We’ve been dating for a few months but Steve introduced us years ago. He has been very slow to warm up, but hopefully he knows I’m not going anywhere. When we first met it was almost comical. He barely said a word and hardly looked into my direction. He later admitted that he was afraid of scaring me or hurting me somehow. So he kept his distance, up until we all came back from the blip and Steve left us.

“Sweetheart, you look a little pale.” He comes to the other side of the counter and gets a better look at my face. “Are you feeling okay?”

              I feel my energy depleting by the second, but I respond with a nod. If I look this worn out, I couldn’t image how I would sound. I just need to get some food in me and I hope that is enough. Maybe a nap, a nap sounds amazing right now too.

              Bucky’s gaze lingers on me for a moment more before leaving my peripheral vision. I hear cabinets open and Bucky wrestling around with crinkling bags. Next, he moves onto the refrigerator. He grabs some of the things I am no longer using and returns them to their spot, and I hear him grab something else as well.

              Bucky appears besides me once more and arranges a plate of food. He places a little pile of grapes, along with a thick slice of watermelon. Two hands grab at the sandwiches before me and places them on the plate of fruit.

              Before I can even look up at him in protest, Bucky lightly takes his hand in mine and leads me to the couch in the next room. His head nods for me to sit down and I oblige. Bucky places the plate of food on my lap and takes a seat next to me. I knit my eyebrows in confusion but his face gives nothing away. His beautiful eyes flicker to my food and back to my face.

“Okay fine.” I say with a smirk before popping a grape in my mouth. He seems pleased as his posture becomes more relaxed. His fingers twirl some hair hanging from my ponytail and I can feel him silently urging me to eat some more.

“Buck I’m okay.” I plead, but truth is I’m too tired to really convince him.

              A few months ago, I had more time to workout and I did. I spent as much time as I did today in the gym 5 days a week. Most of the day following I was pretty tired. I remember going through two or three cups of coffee a day to make it to bedtime. And suddenly it clicks.

“You don’t look okay,” Bucky whispers.

              His eyes flicker to mine and I see some of the worry he keeps hidden. I take a bite out of a sandwich. The surge of energy waves through my body almost instantly. I know it isn’t taking effect yet, but if I feel this great already then it is a start. I figured out recently I wasn’t eating enough back then. I felt like I was sleepwalking through the day. I never told anyone because I didn’t want them to worry, I scaled back on my workouts, and made sure I was eating enough for what I was doing. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who noticed I wasn’t eating enough.

              I finish eating my plate a lot faster than I anticipated. The dried sweat clings to my skin and clothes to my back. Quickly I excuse myself and run to a shower.

              The warmth of the water feels good against my skin. In true girl fashion I grab my shampoo bottle and begin singing along with the tune playing off my phone. The shower is my stage and the sound of the water mimic my cheering fans in the audience. Sam has complained a lot about me using all the hot water. I told him that the show must go on.

              Only this time the show may need to be cut short. The music seems to be coming from a distance and my eyes are beginning to feel really heavy. I lean my body against the cold shower wall and find a little comfort in it. The peace only lasts a moment as my body heat replaces it.

              On instinct I get out of the shower and grab a towel. I take a seat on the floor and place my head in between my knees the best I can. Taking deep breaths, I find the world come back into view, enough to get myself from the floor and into my bedroom.

              I grab the closest things resembling clothes that I can find as the world begins to shift again. Struggling to put them on, I stay on the ground as I decide it is good enough. Closing my eyes, I tell myself I will only stay here for a few minutes and then I’ll go get coffee.

              I allow my body to lay a few minutes more after I start to feel better. Letting it soak up as much strength as it can to get me into the kitchen, and hopefully without running into anyone in particular. Except I am not that lucky.

              Bucky rounds the corner of my door frame and I nearly knock into him. It takes more strength than I’d like to spare to catch myself and stay balanced. Thankfully there is no spinning, just overwhelming exhaustion. But the next thing I know, my feet are no longer on the ground and two arms cradle me into a toned chest. They set me on my bed and find a nearby blanket to wrap around me.

              He doesn’t say anything before he leaves. Bucky doesn’t say a thing and leaves me alone in my bedroom with the door open. If it wasn’t for being so tired, and my bed being comfy, I would have followed him. I would have tried to convince him that I was okay and ask he joined me for another morning snack.

              Guilt begins to make its home in the pit of my stomach. Bucky cares so much about me and I can barely take care of myself. It’s selfish, I shouldn’t be worrying him. It is not like I am trying to do this. It was a mistake; one I’ve made before but hasn’t taken this much of a toll on me before. The best way I could describe it is feeling like a stale cookie that has not slept in a week. Well, I guess if cookies slept that would make more sense.

              I hear his footsteps down the hall from my door. Maybe he’ll yell at me. That would be better than the silent treatment. At least I would know exactly how he is feeling instead of having to guess.

              Bucky enters the room with a tray of food and an unreadable expression upon his features. Great, this will be fun. He carefully places the tray next to me and takes a seat near my feet. I sit up a bit and see that the tray is filled with all of my favorites. Not really caring which one I want first, I grab a random item and start to devour it.

“The last time you looked this pale was months ago.” Bucky breaks me out of my thoughts. I can see him trying to decide if he wants to continue. “I’m worried about you. You started acting like you again once you stopped working out so much. Your eating never changed but you had more energy.”

“Bucky I am eating, see.” I take another bite of the sandwich. Please, I just need him to see that I am okay.

“It isn’t enough.” Bucky sighs and soothingly rubs my feet through the blanket. “If you keep doing this, you’ll have to eat all the time until maybe the afternoon, maybe. I know you and you won’t do that. It will slow you down.”

              We sit in silence as I continue to eat. Bucky moves his hands to my calves next and I can feel more of my muscles loosen. His eyes seem far away in thought, not like earlier when he watched me eat. I wonder what he is thinking. I understand that not eating enough is dangerous, but I can’t help but feel like I am eating too much when I do. It has been a constant struggle since I was a teenager, and for the most part I felt like I was doing an okay job up until recently.

              I try to imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed. If I was the one having to beg him to eat enough, or to stop working out quite as much. I paint the picture of us sitting on his bed while I massaged out his muscles while I make him eat a plethora of foods. Seeing him on the ground because he is too exhausted to even crawl to his bed or for help.

“I’m sorry,” my voice comes out course and small. I can sense tears not too far behind.

“I know, doll.” Bucky gives me a little smile and his dazzling eyes find my own.

              I finish all the food on the tray and set it to the floor beside the bed. Bucky comes up beside me and helps us both slip in under the covers. I cuddle into his chest and his warm arms engulf me to him. Forever safe in his embrace and it reminds me of things I already knew but needed to be reminded of. Bucky is the best man I could ever ask for… and I need to try to do better, not just for him but for myself too.

Monster | MultiVillains Collab

What Your Favorite Marvel Character Says about you:

IronMan - You like to have fun, but you’re a little chaotic. Youre not afraid to push the envelope & get into trouble.

Pepper Pots - You love order. You also love to keep things organized. When something is off you know it. You don’t often like change.

Happy - you’re the person everybody can count on. Everybody comes to you with their problems. You give amazing advice. Sometimes you feel as you’re the only person that cares about you. You get overwhelmed at times, but you always stay who you are. You care about people.

Thor - you’re not afraid of a challenge. When things get tough, the tough get going. However, you’re always trying to live up to everyone’s expectations.

Loki - You might be adopted, and you might have fatherly issues. You get into mischief and like to cause trouble. In the end you fix things and do the right thing you know you should.

Captain America - you’re the goody two shoes of the bunch. You don’t take crap from others. You put your heart on the line/wear your heart on your sleeve. You also over think too much.

Bucky - you’re a follower. You’re strong tough, brave, and super loveable. You can’t help but to be the one everybody loves. You feel sometimes like an outside though.

Peggy Carter - You like to be in charge. You see fit that everything runs smoothly. You’re not afraid to be yourself. Sometimes you feel as you’re too hard to handle or too hard to love.

Natasha Romanoff - You’re a little rough around the edges. You have a mysterious or complicated past, but you’re always trying to put your best foot forward. You feel that you intimidate people and that you have to keep your guard up at all times.

Hulk/Bruce Banner - you’re the brains. In school you always studied hard. You always make sure things are done on time. Lateness isn’t in your blood. People sometimes think you don’t know how to have fun

Hawkeye - you’re the sporty out going person. You love sports and working out. You’re all about family as well, which would come as a shock to some. People don’t know the real you.

StarLord - You’re the one who’s always cracking jokes/the life of the party. You feel best when you’re around tons of people.

Gamora - you’re the shy one in the corner. You’re the one nobody really notices, but you know everything about everyone. You keep to yourself. You’re beautiful/loving/kind.

Drax - you’re the awkward one. Always tripping over yourself. People make fun of you, but you never let it show how bad it hurts. You just want to be seen for once. You have lots of love to give but feels like nobody to give it to.

Rocket - you have one true best friend and everybody else is just people passing by. You keep your walls up. You’ve been hurt too many times and have trust issues.

Groot - you’re the hippie type. You only speak when you have something important to say. You love to read, write and sketch. Your favorite weather is warm sunny afternoons where you can stretch out and lay in the grass. You’re often found barefoot.

Nebula - you’re the middle child of the family. Very misunderstood. When you try to branch out you always feel like there’s somebody is overshadowing you. You try to fit in by doing what everybody else is doing.

Scarlett Witch - You are the bright bubbly person who always speaks their mind. You’re very stylish. Everybody always asks where you got a piece of clothing. You love music and dancing.

Vision - You’re the one who can always spit facts out without thinking about it. People sometimes get annoying with you because when you talk about something you’re very interested in it’s hard to get you to shut up. You’re like the tumblr of apps in your friend group. Some would call you nerd/geek. You’re either a Star Trek or Star Wars fan. You also love D&D.

Ant-man - You’re the trouble maker of them all. Pulling pranks is your specialty. Sometimes you go a little too far with your pranks, but you never mean harm. In school every teacher and guidance counselor knew/knows your name. You’re the person who when some event is happens people ask where you are. You’re friendly and get along with everybody.

Falcon - you’re the bestfriend everybody can count on. You love to have fun. In school you never did/do your homework. You sleep during class.

Black panther - you’re the strongest tough guy who can beat anybody up. But deep down inside you have your own set of issues. Nobody sees the real you. You always feel like you’re wearing a mask.

Doctor Strange - you’re the person people hate to love. Sometimes you have an ego which pushes people away. But when somebody gets closer to you they realize what a good heart you have. Also you have a sweet tooth.



So I realized I have a type… big idiots who lose their left arms….

Refalling in love with old characters i used to be obsessed with is my new past time.

Bucky: I’m not sure I understand what you want me to do

Sam: just stare pensively they’ll get the jist

impactmintsfresh:

Dark CEO Bucky fic that starts when reader accidentally hits his car. Only a tiny bump to the back of his car but it makes him spill his coffee and he is Pissed. He get out the car ready to hurt someone when he sees you. It’s your first accident and you’ve only been driving a couple months, there isn’t much damage as you’d only been doing about 10 stuck in traffic, but you are shaking like a leaf and already crying. Bucky decides he wants you. When he realises you have no idea what to do, instead of taking your details he tells you that you both have to go to the police station. Of course you dont know where this is and will have to follow him. The way you nod and agree with his every word is making his cock hard. Bucky adjust himself, smirking as your eyes widen and you blush. You scurry of back into you car feeling a little safer and trying not to think about how your panties feel a little bit slick. Bucky is at the window, trying to hold back a laugh and your perfect posture and your white knuckles at 10 and 2. He tells you that he doesn’t trust you to follow him and you agree to give him your phone as ‘insurance’. “Drive carefully” he winks as you as he says it and the embarrassment floods your body. Bucky sees your head low resting against your steering wheel and your shoulders shake with sobs. This world is too much for you, he will be the one to save you. He turns the phone off and takes the battery out. If you had looked up then you would have seen him toss it out the window. Instead he pips the horn making you look up and you both drive off. You making sure to leave a cars gap between you.

Bucky will take you to a service station claiming he needs fuel and will grab you a drink, you’ll chug it - dehydrated from all the crying - and when you start to get sluggish hell pull you into the back seat of his car. No one will question is, having seen you both sitting together talking. Just assume its some father daughter road trip.

When you wake up you’ll be in a cabin in the woods. It will be a Long time before you are good enough to be allowed outside. You’ll follow your Daddy on a trip to the market, he’s promised to let you pick out some flowers for your room. When you finally meet the first person a tear will roll down you check when they speak. You won’t realise why but some part deep deep down inside you will realise that you never stood a chance. That all the time you had thought you were in the local woods and could run and quickly find a road, you had been so wrong. Bucky smiles and replied back in perfect Russian.

Ummmmmmmm yes please!!!!!